Sudden interest leaves me speechless
Somehow I could take or leave it
Even though I’m so alone
I still put up walls of stone
A maze of introversion
Those who pass it are deserving
In a self serving sort of way
I posses no value
Perhaps special in my way
As are any others
Why all of the sudden am I the one to covet?
Cloud covered skies are easy on the eyes
Filtering pain from the light
Mighty sensitivity, thanking the shade
Eagerly awaiting the night
I fight in the day, just to stay open
Reflexively they remain shut
I never was a light heart
No child of the sun
Simple things bring greater joy
Complexity makes poor toys
Most boys tend to think this way
Best suited for some idle play
I’d much sooner test my brain
Something more ornate to gain
Tame creatures with a wild side
On the edge with open eyes
Trying to relate…
Something more dynamic
I don’t like the static games
Little lights before my eyes
Hearts hung up like stars
Always so beautiful
Yet so distant
Forever far
I’m the dark, forgotten rock
Drifting out in space
No star to call my own
No warmth upon my face
In my empty system, I’ll forever wait
Come, O lonely star
Share your light and grace
My mind will not cease and I’m fresh out of paper
The electronic age is a demon and a savior
Data seems so limitless, invisible to eye
One day it will collapse, all is lost on the inside
Tried and true methods, set in stone
Such as ink
They make me feel at home
Not upon some endless brink
Foolishly I try to breathe life into the ink
Forming words so carefully
Sculpting what I think
Building with great detail
Shades of real life
Regardless of my effort, it never comes out right
Is my sight too short, or am I up above their heads?
Have I become alien while lost in thoughtful dread?
I relax my eyes and briefly live as impressionism
No hard lines, no focus
No use for skepticism
Let the schism end
All the colors become vibrant
All the colors start to blend
Again, I regain focus
Regain my singularity
Now I’m one
Against it all, comparing me
They tear at me, taking in every damned detail
I miss impressionism
The way their eyes would trail…
Thought inspires
When I tire, my mind carries on
I could write of anything
I often think in song
Rhyme is just a simple tool
I use it to retain
Then from time to time I let it spill onto the page
Wave after wave, residual of mist
Accumulating endlessly
The ink begins to drip
Sifting through the thoughts
Strung up in a frame
Slave to simple structure
Similarity, innate
Energy renewed
Drive put back in gear
No more going in reverse
Forward, facing fears
I no longer hear the doubts
They used to drown me out
Leave me standing ever still
Drifting further
Further down…
Now I’m surfacing
Clearing water from my lungs
How it hurts and stings
My eyes are burning
I know I’m alive
Try a bite
It’s more than you can chew
Exceeding expectations
Has you choking, turning blue
New flavors always appetize
Quickly lose their spice
Get so hard to swallow when it swings around to ice
Life is all progression
A two four seven operation
Little time for such discretion
Step in head first
Later is for second thoughts
Chase what first occurs
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